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This is the my first time posting here, and I'm recalling a dream I had about a week ago, so bear with me.

I started the dream playing a defend-the-point kind of game on the computer, with everything other than what was being displayed on the screen silhouettes. My character was a knight in iron armor with a bow and arrows on the left of the screen and I had to shoot at zombies coming from the right side. This all took place in a sewer of sorts. unfortunately, the mouse control was too sensitive and I couldn't aim well (the aim system was like the game "bowman" somewhere online) and three zombies quickly swarmed me. I saw a cut-scene of my character taking out a sword and making quick work of the zombies, 300 style.

This is when I subconsciously became the character I was playing, dream-logic allowed me to see through my character's eyes and think nothing of it, as if the dream started out that way. From there I moved through the sewers and I had two allies, also in iron armor, with me. We found two women in pauper clothing that were covered in frost and freezing. While my allies talked to them, I didn't quite pay attention and I huddled with one of the women in order to keep her warm, and my allies followed suit.

My dream then kinda jumped forward in time, seamlessly, (again, dream logic make me think nothing of it) to where my allies and I were out of the sewer and in a sort of log cabin, around 20 feet square, filled with people. the entrance to the sewer was right behind us, and it looked like the entrance to a crypt. My family was among the people in the cabin, and everyone was dressed up in Renaissance-era clothing and everything felt this weird mix between a re-enactment and real life. While I was with my family, my sword suddenly felt fake, so i threw it on the ground. Someone I barely know from school showed up and was dressed in an agile sort of archer's clothing. He hugged me (don't ask why, cause I have as much of a clue as you do) and I reacted somewhat passive-aggressively towards him, so he and my family scolded me. I felt a little jealous of the person I knew from school.

Through the crowd I saw my allies from the sewers who then had grave looks on their faces, and I could tell they wanted to go and were getting impatient with me. I had this feeling that there was evil about; that some important task needed doing.

I realize now some similarities in the atmosphere of this dream and that of the beginning of the game "The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion," but I'm still confused about that mix of the re-enactment feeling and the grave danger feeling.